After finishing the run, Chen Kangjie saw what the two people who had been hiding in front of him looked like, with short hair, Gundam's body, bronze skin, dark blue eyes, one with short stubble on his chin, the other as white as a face, the blue sportswear was covered with a black tight vest, the hands were thick, and there were even some calluses.

The two stood on the grass in front of the villa waiting for Chen Kangjie.

"What are your names?" Chen Kangjie stood in front of the two, looking up at their bodies that were about 1.9 meters tall.

"My name is John Jimmy."

"My name is Pilard," the two of them reported their names one after another.

"You used to be members of SEAL." Chen Kangjie asked with a burning stare at the two of them.

The two looked at me, and I looked at you, "How did you know?" asked a strange person with a stubble named John Jimmy.

"Hehe", Chen Kangjie smiled and pointed at their necks.

There was a copper badge hanging around the necks of both of them. On the badge was an eagle with one gun and a harpoon on each of his feet surrounding the sea anchor. This was the badge of the Navy Seals, which was the pride of every poster member.

The two looked down at their chests. The badge was shaking proudly. Although this exposed their identity, they didn't understand one thing. How did the oriental man in front of them know about this badge? Because in the United States, basically all the news about the Navy SEALs is confidential, and outsiders don't know. Even after many years, outsiders still don't know their training location. What they don't know is that Chen Kangjie only followed them after their junior brother later bombed Bin Laden to death. He saw the picture of the badge and some information about them on the Internet.

"Yes, we have served in SEAL." Since Chen Kangjie already knew it, there was nothing to hide, John Jimmy replied openly.

"Very good. Yesterday I saw that there were six of you, and were the other four the same?" Chen Kangjie continued to ask.

"Yes, we are all part of the West Coast first group, and they were my team members before."

At this moment, Bob ran out of the villa and said, "Sir, you've had breakfast."

"Do you need to come and call me in person? Just call someone else casually?" Chen Kangjie felt that Bob was too attentive. After all, he was also an executive.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a few years, so I want to get along with you." Chen Kangjie's actions in the Soviet Union impressed them so deeply. Later, he became prosperous and his career was smooth, so he always had an inexplicable feeling for Chen Kangjie.

Chen Kangjie smiled at Bob with relief, and then asked: "Bob, what is their salary now."

Bob didn't know why Jay was asking this question. He looked at John Jimmy and Pilard, but did not see any information or answers on their faces, so he had to honestly answer: "A yearly salary of 100,000 US dollars."

After hearing this, Chen Kangjie touched his chin and thought for a while, raised his head and said, "Risk their salary, first to $250,000, and then increase it as appropriate."

Although the SEALs are mysterious, powerful, strict in training, and many are both civil and military, this does not mean that these people will have a bright career. In the army, because the special forces have fewer people and fewer organizational units, the room for upward growth is very narrow. When the SEALs have the largest number of people, they are only 1,600 people, so the promotion path of the people inside is no longer comparable to other troops that operate hundreds of thousands of people.

Even after retirement, it is very difficult for these people to find a job. Their skills are basically not available in commercial institutions. Even the police will regard these veterans who are capable of killing and have no way to find employment as potential "serial killers". There is an American blockbuster "The First Drop of Blood" familiar to the Chinese. In this, Stallone played the former special forces member who retired, he was incompatible with society and finally had to choose to live in seclusion. Therefore, in reality, many American special forces members who cannot find a job can return to Southeast Asia and engage in drug trafficking, killing and robbing goods.

It is also because of this that when Prince, who joined the Navy Seals in 1992, retired in 1996, sold the auto parts factory left by his father to him, purchased 6,000 acres of land in the Great Dismore Marsh in North Carolina, and founded the Blackwater Security Company. At the beginning of the company, he had only 6 employees, but later helicopters had nearly 1,000 employees, with 20 aircraft and helicopters and various armored vehicles. If the mission is urgently needed, the Blackwater Company can add 20,000 new employees at any time, making it a veritable private army.

Hei Water Company has offered many military elites a high salary of US$1,000 per day, so Hei Water Company includes many retired military elites. It is precisely because of these retired personnel's fate and no way to find employment after retirement, that Hei Water Company was able to grow rapidly.

Chen Kangjie offered Samidov and others more than an annual salary of 100,000 yuan, but now it has increased to about a few people's annual salary of 500,000 US dollars. How could John and Jimmy and the others be so different? Chen Kangjie always adheres to the idea that if you want someone to work hard, you have to give him enough benefits. If you want a dog to bite someone, you have to give him bones.

I heard that my salary increased by 100% in just a few days. Both John Jimmy and Pilard were very excited. They were all over the age of age, and they were almost all with old people and young people. Who wouldn’t want to give their family a good living environment? Even if they are not married, they still have parents, brothers or girlfriends. Money is the most tempting killer in the United States or the whole world.

"Okay," Bob replied simply.

"Thank you, thank you." John Jimmy thanked Chen Kangjie on behalf of himself and other team members. He did not say anything committed. They pursued practical actions rather than verbal nihilistic promises.

"Iserve with honoron and off the battlefield.The ability to control myemotions and myactions, regardless of circumstances, setsmeapart from the othermen.Uncompromising integrityismystandard.Mycharacter and honoraresteadfast.Mywordismybond, this should be your spirit." Chen Kangjie recited a passage of the spirit of the Navy Seals with his own memory. It translated it as "regardless of whether in war or not, I always maintain my loyalty, my emotions and movement control ability, and under any circumstances, I can distinguish between me and others. A firm heart of integrity is my standard principle, my role and loyalty are forever to die, and the words I say are my guarantee."

The people next to Chen Kangjie, whether it was John Jimmy, Pilard, Bob and Samidov, were all big-mouthed. I didn't expect that Chen Kangjie had such a deep understanding of seals. In fact, what Chen Kangjie knew was entirely a memory.

"Sir, we will always be loyal to the people we want to serve. In the past, we served the country, we could fight for the United States and the American people to the end. Now we serve you, we will also uphold the same attitude and remain loyal to you until death." The reason why Chen Kangjie said that sentence was impossible to show off just because he had a purpose. Obviously, the IQ of the team members who came out of the Seal was indeed not low. John Jimmy's words reflected that he understood Chen Kangjie's hint.

"Very good, go back, let's have breakfast." Chen Kangjie was very satisfied with John Jimmy's words. He believed that they could do it. This was not a human nature problem, but a training problem. In the rigorous training of these SEALs, human nature has been distorted.

When Chen Kangjie and the others returned to the villa, everyone got up. Xiong Ziqiang, Pang Hui, Tan Jun and others wandered around in front of and behind the house to check the terrain and environment. Li Li and Fan Wenxuan stood in front of an oil painting on the wall of the hall on the first floor, pointing fingers. Ouyang Zhenhua was brewing a pot of tea and drinking.

"What are the two beauties doing?" Chen Kangjie walked behind the two young women.

"We are discussing whether this painting is a work by John Singer Sargent. I think it is, but Li Li doesn't think it is. Do you think it is?" Fan Wenxuan threw down her long hair, turned around, and saw that it was Chen Kangjie, and threw this problem to him.

"Haha, you're so stumping me. I almost don't understand paintings. But in terms of this painting, it should be Fisher's work, John Singer Sargent, who focuses on color and light, but this painting has a vivid and interesting American realistic style, which is not very consistent with the characteristics of Sargent born in Florence." Although Chen Kangjie couldn't understand it verbally, his words were professional.

Before arriving in the United States, Chen Kangjie made some tricks on some aspects of American culture. Both of them are very famous American painters, but their styles are somewhat different.

"How is it, I just said it shouldn't be." Li Li was like a soldier who had won a small battle, standing in front of Fan Wenxuan with his head raised.

"He said in advance that he didn't know how to draw, but who knows if he was nonsense?" The more girls seem to be serious about small things, the more likely they are to be serious. Fan Wenxuan obviously doesn't accept it.

"Xiaojie, come and have tea. They just asked me, how boring it is to bother with such questions." Ouyang Zhenhua smiled and waved to Chen Kangjie on the yellow leather sofa.

"What is boredom? This is art," Fan Wenxuan retorted.

"Bob, who did this painter?" Chen Kangjie is not a person with a slight start. He also wants to verify whether his judgment is accurate.

"Young Master Jie, you are right. This is indeed Fisher's painting. It was bought for $1.2 million," Bob, who followed Chen Kangjie into the house, replied.

Bob is taking care of the choice of this villa and the inside and out, so he is certainly aware of these situations.

"Brother Ouyang, make a cup for me, I'll change my clothes and drink it." Chen Kangjie said a word and ran back upstairs to change his clothes proudly. This is Chen Kangjie's silent response to Fan Wenxuan saying that he didn't understand painting.

"Stupid Xiaojie, what's so proud?" Fan Wenxuan muttered in a low voice as Chen Kangjie jumped upstairs.
Chapter completed!